Hi! I hope you're doing fine. With the prayer that it matters to you to know, I just want to say that things are not too well here. But insha-Allah, with His help, things will turn out fine. We all know that hope grows – or ebbs – based on how we entrust matters to Him.
I thought of writing you this letter to purge. Sometimes life could be so interestingly sorry that, in defense, I hark back to those fun days when we were still together. It has been two years now. Admittedly, I still miss you once in a while, especially when I hang out with our common friends.
My Wave-mates, CIPYML colleagues and YMP friends, especially, remind me of you a lot. In the many hanging-outs with those bunches of somebodies and somebuddies, you were with me. I still have those memorable ones: the run around northern QC during Eric's birthday, tear-heavy trips to the airport after CIPYML graduations, busy IRF-1 preparations, and the serendipitous rush for a photocopy machine in Binan where I first met her.
Thanks for those, bud. I just realized, I never introduced you as “my dear friend CRiS”. They simply knew you as “Gaddi's car” or “pick-up ni Gadz”. Sorry for that, pal.
CRiS, I advise you to accept my gratitude and apology because I also want to rant. It's because when I miss brighter moments in my life, I also end up this way, missing you. Where are you now when I'm needing you?! I concede, you helped me cross many busy intersections and rev along familiar streets. Now, however, you are not with me in this uncertain crossroad, along this uncomfy path.
I find myself one less buddy lonely.
Sincely Yours,
Gaddi
Editor's note:
CRiS, short for Plate# CRS-492, was sold in late 2006 to help defray school fees of Gaddi, his driver, parking attendant, carwash boy, wax buffer and bestfriend.
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